Enter Citizens.

1 Cit. What is your name?

2 Cit. Whither are you going?

3 Cit. Where do you dwell?

4 Cit. Are you a married man, or a bachelor? 2 Cit. Answer every man directly.

1 Cit. Ay, and briefly.

4 Cit. Ay, and wisely.

3 Cit. Ay, and truly, you were best.

Cin. What is my name? Whither am I going? Where do I dwell? Am I a married man, or a bachelor? Then to answer every man directly, and briefly, wisely, and truly. Wisely I say, I am a bachelor.

2 Cit. That's as much as to say, they are fools that marry:-You'll bear me a bang for that, I fear. Proceed; directly.

Cin. Directly, I am going to Cæsar's funeral. 1 Cit. As a friend, or an enemy?

Cin. As a friend.

2 Cit. That matter is answer'd directly.

4 Cit. For your dwelling,-briefly.

Cin. Briefly, I dwell by the Capitol. 3 Cit. Your name, sir, truly.

Cin. Truly, my name is Cinna.

1 Cit. Tear him to pieces, he's a conspirator. Cin. I am Cinna the poet, I am Cinna the poet. 4 Cit. Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses.

Cin. I am not Cinna the conspirator.

4 Cit. It is no matter, his name's Cinna; pluck but his name out of his heart, and turn him going.

3 Cit. Tear him, tear him. Come, brands, ho! fire-brands. To Brutus', to Cassius'; burn all. Some to Decius' house, and some to Casca's; some to Ligarius': away; go.

[Exeunt.

ACT IV. SCENE I.

THE SAME. A ROOM IN ANTONY'S HOUSE.

Antony, Octavius, and Lepidus, seated at a table. Ant. These many then shall die; their names are prick'd.

Oct. Your brother too must die; Consent you,

Lepidus?

Lep. I do consent.

Oct.

Prick him down, Antony.

Lep. Upon condition Publius shall not live,

Who is

your sister's son, Mark Antony.

Ant. He shall not live; look, with a spot I

damn him.

But, Lepidus, go you to Cæsar's house;

Fetch the will hither, and we will determine

How to cut off some charge in legacies.

Lep. What, shall I find you here?

Oct.

The Capitol.

Or here, or at

[Exit Lepidus.

Ant. This is a slight unmeritable man,

Meet to be sent on errands: Is it fit,

The three-fold world divided, he should stand
One of the three to share it?

Oct.
So you thought him;
And took his voice who should be prick'd to die,
In our black sentence and proscription.

Ant. Octavius, I have seen more days than you: And though we lay these honours on this man,

To ease ourselves of divers slanderous loads,
He shall but bear them as the ass bears gold,
To groan and sweat under the business,
Either led or driven, as we point the way;
And having brought our treasure where we will,
Then take we down his load, and turn him off,
Like to the empty ass, to shake his ears,

And graze in commons.

Oct.

You may do your

But he's a tried and valiant soldier.

will;

Ant. So is my horse, Octavius; and, for that,
I do appoint him store of provender.
It is a creature that I teach to fight,
To wind, to stop, to run directly on;

His corporal motion govern'd by my spirit,
And, in some taste, is Lepidus but so;

He must be taught, and train'd, and bid go forth: A barren-spirited fellow; one that feeds

On objects, arts, and imitations;

Which, out of use, and stal'd by other men,

Begin his fashion: Do not talk of him,
But as a property. And now, Octavius,
Listen great things.-Brutus and Cassius,

Are levying powers: we must straight make head:
Therefore let our alliance be combin'd,

Our best friends made, and our best means stretch'd

out;

And let us presently go sit in council,

How covert matters may be best disclos'd,

And open perils surest answered.

Oct. Let us do so: for we are at the stake,

And bay'd about with many enemies;

And some, that smile, have in their hearts, I fear,

Millions of mischief.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.

BEFORE BRUTUS' TENT, IN THE CAMP NEAR

SARDIS.

Drum. Enter Brutus, Lucilius, Lucius, and Soldiers: Titinius and Pindarus meeting them.

Bru. Stand here.

Luc. Give the word, ho! and stand.

Bru. What now, Lucilius? is Cassius near?
Luci. He is at hand; and Pindarus is come

To do you salutation from his master.

[Pindarus gives a letter to Brutus. Bru. He greets me well.-Your master, Pin

darus,

In his own change, or by ill officers,

Hath given me some worthy cause to wish
Things done, undone: but, if he be at hand,
I shall be satisfied.

Pin.

I do not doubt,

But that my noble master will appear

Such as he is, full of regard, and honour.

Bru. He is not doubted.-A word, Lucilius;

How he receiv'd you, let me be resolv'd.

Luci. With courtesy, and with respect enough;

But not with such familiar instances,

Nor with such free and friendly conference,
As he hath us'd of old.